JESSIE
This demon I'm seeing right now is nothing like the nocturne; he's not sucking blood, but he's sucking the life force out of this woman, and the woman looks like she's not just losing her soul but her entire being. She was someone who was once chubby, but now she's skinny and all bony.
I stare in disbelief. It has all come down to this: seeing weird shit like this has become my new normal. But the difference between seeing that nocturne and seeing this… thing is that I'm not scared of it like I was with the nocturne, and I have seen enough weird shit to be scared, but I am still standing right there in shock as I watch this demon stealing from this woman.
For one, the demon is tall, extremely tall, like six feet five. Has large horns and a skeletal body, but he's wrapped in a cloak. He has large talons, and his mouth is open in an abnormal way.
I have to do something to save this woman, or is she already dead? God, I hope not.
"HEY!" I yell, and the demon stops, and he turns around to face me. I can't believe I just did that. I couldn't even stand up to my school bullies, so how on earth do I just get the courage to stand up to a demon?
The demon is looking straight at me, pissed that I interrupted his meal.
"Why don't you leave that poor woman alone. Or else." I reveal my claws, and I feel like fucking Wolverine right now. I feel like a hero.
"Nytheri," he says in a raspy voice, and he completely leaves the woman and puts all his focus on me. He looks ready to fight. I guess Nytheris have a reputation around here, don't they? Almost every creature hates them.
I still don't get why Nytheris and Veyraths hate each other. The whole Anubis vs Bastet thing is a ridiculous reason for Nytheris and Veyraths to be beefing.
But anyway.
"Yeah, that's right. I'm going to kick your-" I wince loudly at the fact that one of the talons goes through my chest. I fall to the ground, my legs on my knees, and I hold my shoulder with my other hand as blood spills out.
"You mother fucker!" I shout, looking at the demon, and he just stands there, and looks like he thinks he's going to win this battle. Jesus Christ, if I don't act now…
I stay there kneeling on the ground while I feel this hot pain in my shoulder. But the pain doesn't stay for too long. The pain subsides, which surprises me a bit. I remove my hand and I look at my shoulder. And I'm healed, I don't feel pain anymore, and the wound has closed up.
"Cool," I mutter.
Maybe being a nytheri isn't that bad after all because I love discovering new things about myself. I wonder what else I can do?
The demon tries to attack me once again with its talons, and I dodge the attack, rolling to the other side. I'm no longer scared or shocked, but I'm pissed.
"Oh, you're going down fucker." I spit and I run toward the monster, kicking him on his stomach. He goes stumbling backwards, but he doesn't fall. His weapon is his talons, and mine are my claws.
And I believe that my claws are, in fact, sharper and deadlier than his stupid talons. Something is telling me that these claws of mine can take this demon out. And it has to be true because when Sebby and Pilar attacked that nocturne with their claws, he died instantly.
So my guess is, a Nytheris claw is lethal to all demons, not just nocturnes. God, I hope I'm right.
He attacks me once again, I dodge the attack, then, I run toward him, swiping at him
Swish! Swish!
But he keeps going backwards. Life begins to manifest in the woman; she seems to be going back to normal.
I don't just have to stall; I have to kill him. And I have to do it with patience and grace, it's the only way.
So I unconsciously and surprisingly do a front flip toward a front handspring. He swipes at me and misses, and then I hit him where it hurts. I scratch out his talons, and they all come falling in a crash. Well, the ones on his left hand.
"NO!" he croaks, and from the sound of that no, it seems like he's not going to be healing any time soon.
"You deserve that, you evil bitch!" I say to him, and he shoots his large black eyes at me, then he grabs me with his hands and lifts me like I weigh nothing. He then opens his large mouth in the most eerie way possible. He's about to take my soul.
No, I struggle from his grip, his talons digging deep into me. I wince and I groan in pain. My head whips backwards, but not of my will; I was forced to do so by him. Then my mouth opens wide, and I can feel something leaving my body. Something worth essence.
My soul.
He's stealing my soul. Fuck.
I'm dea-
I fall to the ground, I land on my feet, but I stumble to the ground, my butt touching the concrete. The demon screams and screams and moves from side to side; it looks like he's in serious pain.
"What did you do to me?" he screams, and I watch him. I look over to the woman, and she's still unconscious; she's healing, but she's knocked out. I look at the demon, and he's screaming and screaming and screaming.
I don't think I did anything; he was on the winning end here. I thought I was cooked. But he's stumbling and whining and acting like I did anything to him.
"Jezzy!" I whip my head around to the direction of the person who called my name. Sebby and Pilar run toward me. As soon as they're near, they help me up.
"Are you okay?" Sebby asks in a fit of worry.
"Ye-yes," I say, looking away from his light brown eyes to the demon. The demon turns pitch black just like the nocturne Sebby and Pilar fought. And just like that, he explodes, leaving nothing but black smoke in his wake.
He's been destroyed, and I still don't know how and why or why he was blaming me.
We stare at the space that the demon left.
"Well, well, well." I turn around, and so do Sebby and Pilar. There are a bunch of cloaked people staring right back at us; they show their green eyes, and now I understand who they are.
"I have never seen anything like it," the man in the middle says.
I know exactly who these people are.
They're the Nytheri Council of Louisiana.